30 years ago, I hung out with a bunch of folks who called themselves the Western Washington Space Patrol. We often spent Friday evenings in Bellingham, swilling beer in a tavern down by the harbor, watching the flocks of starlings which returned every night to their roosts under the wooden piers: these amazing, soaring, spinning, swirling clouds of birds.
Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.
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